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Coyotes
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2007 Strawberry Women and Mercedes Benz
Got a trunk full of letters and a handful of friends
Defining my life under a microscope lens
Will I ever learn to stop questioning everthing I am
Oh, the coyotes are crying
Now that the nighttime moon is full
The hunt is on, and come morning
What's alive will be torn apart and cold
What's life until you appreciate that some day it will go
Flint and stone, now kerosene and a flick of a thumb
Isn't it strange how life gets more complicated as we go
And, how history repeats itself until its cover is blown
And, how life isn't what our parents once knew
I try to concentrate, but the noise is too strong
Too many voices singing out of tune a few too many songs
Too many drums beating out of sequence to tap along to
And, life is just a stampede of people trying to find survival at any cost
Oh, the coyotes are crying
Now that the nighttime moon is full
The hunt is on, and come morning
What's alive will be torn apart and cold
What's life until you appreciate that some day it will go
Oh, child, run away from the light
Run away from the light
Unless you're ready to call it home
Unless you're ready to go
